"Oh my God! It's One-Eye, the leader of the Sea Serpents! Didn't he just break out of prison! ”

"The group of men across from him is a patrolman, could it be that Lawrence Bonaparte has tracked down One-Eye."

"It was Laurence Bonaparte who found the One Eye in just one day."

The dock workers who passed by around immediately recognized the identity of One-Eye, and they turned their heads and ears in twos and threes.

"Phew!" One-eyed spat the ground, and said arrogantly:

"Sir Bonaparte, I didn't expect you to find me so soon!"

Lawrence looked around a little confused, and wanted to say that you didn't bump into it yourself, but after thinking about it, it became clear that it was a good play directed by that bastard of Ciro.

"All obey, load, and get ready to shoot."

Lawrence commanded his men in a deep voice, and he himself took out his pistol and began to reload the gunpowder, while calmly saying to One-Eye:

"If you stay in prison, I will keep you alive as promised."

"Hmph"

One-eyed snorted coldly with disdain, the horizontal flesh on his face piled up, and said in a cold voice:

"The first time we met, I said I was going to cut you into a stick and throw you in the sea, Lawrence Bonaparte, this sea is your burial place!"

"Brothers, follow me!"

One-Eye shouted, and dozens of Sea Serpents rushed out of a wooden house behind him, while dozens of dock workers around him took off their shirts, revealing the sea snake tattoos inside.

Lawrence's pupils shook, his eyeballs rolled rapidly, and he quickly swept over these gangs, roughly estimating that there were at least a hundred people, and this was definitely all the members of the Sea Serpent Gang!

Old Sean's legs trembled a little when he saw this, although the patrols were armed with muskets, but at such a close distance, the patrols were forced to enter a white-knives battle after a volley.

And in hand-to-hand combat, facing five times the number of enemies you have, you can only say that you have no chance of winning.

"Huh... Miscalculated. ”

Lawrence couldn't help but grit his teeth and admit that he underestimated Ciro's means.

I thought that Ciro would only use some tricks to make things difficult for him like before, but I didn't expect him to suddenly intersperse a deadly attack in a small fight.

He obviously wanted to directly use One-Eye to directly erase himself, even if One-Eye was re-arrested afterwards, as long as One-Eye insisted on his personal feud with Lawrence, no one would suspect that Ciro was behind it.

Even if someone suspects it, they can't come up with any evidence.

"Ciro Russell, I'll send you to hell in the future!"

Lawrence let out a low roar, then his eyes froze, and he raised his gun to One-Eye, pulling the trigger without hesitation.

One-Eyed was not an idle person, and his fighting instincts were extremely developed, and the moment Lawrence raised his gun, he flew out to the left, hiding behind the cover of several wooden boxes.

"Cut... Listen to the order and fire freely! Lawrence ordered loudly as he inserted the pistol back into his waist, and the distance between the two sides would not have time to reload a second shot.

One-eyed hid behind cover and shouted in the same voice: "Brothers! Rush! ”

The roar of the patrol's muskets collided with the shouts of the gang charges, and after a volley, only a dozen or so of the gang fell after being shot, and the remaining 80 or so people continued to rush towards the patrol with machetes brandishing their fallen predecessors.

Lawrence gritted his teeth, drew his short knife with his arm, and continued to order: "Everyone get on the bayonet!" Don't mess up the formation! ”

The length of the smoothbore gun equipped with a bayonet can reach about 1.4 meters, which is a long-pole weapon compared to the machete in the hands of the gangsters, which is slightly longer than the kitchen knife.

The twenty men who were selected to accompany Lawrence today were also the elite of the team, and they did not break up and flee in the face of an enemy who was far outnumbered by him.

"Ahhhh

One of the gangs at the front of the charge roared and rushed up, raising his machete and about to chop down, when a patrolman in the front row was quick and stabbed his bayonet forward, piercing the throat of the gang.

In the gap between his retraction of his bayonet, another group of people seized the opportunity to rush up and slash at him. At this moment, the patrol in the back row stabbed out, piercing the heart of the sneaking gang with precision.

This resistance only lasted for a short time, and even though a small river of enemy blood had flowed from under the patrolmen, the opposing side was outnumbered, and as more and more patrols were wounded, the formation could no longer be maintained.

"Damn it!"

Lawrence scolded bitterly, swinging his knife to block the slash of the gang in front of him. Although the body's physical strength was much better than that of Lawrence in his previous life, the lack of combat experience still made it difficult for him to parry.

"Your Excellency!"

Yaan struggled to pick off the machetes of the gang in front of him with his saber, mercilessly piercing the heart with a sword, and then hurriedly pulled out to relieve Lawrence.

Old Sean was already short in stature, and he was nearly sixty years old, so he had to rely on his experience to quickly dodge in the shadow of the sword and sword, and after a while, he retreated to Lawrence's side out of breath.

"Run, Lord Bonaparte!" Old Sean clutched his chest and gasped heavily.

Ya'an also nodded heavily, waved his sword to repel the two gangs who came forward, and said to Lawrence:

"I'll cover up, my lord, go quickly!"

Lawrence gritted his teeth, he had already faced death on the White Rose, he was not panicked at this moment, if it were not for the last moment, he must not lose the elite of this patrol.

After the patrol's first volley, One-Eye also emerged from cover, watching his men drown Lawrence and his party with a grim and playful gaze.

Although he was afraid that he would have to spend the rest of his life incognito after doing this vote, One-Eye still felt quite happy when he thought of his humiliation under Lawrence.

"Lawrence Bonaparte! Now you lay down your weapons and beg for mercy, and I can still keep your body!" One-Eye shouted at the patrolmen who were still struggling to hold on.

Lawrence quickly analyzed the current situation under the protection of Ya'an, if he forcibly retreated, I am afraid that except for himself and Old Sean, who could not fight, the rest would die on the spot, such a loss was unacceptable to Lawrence.

What's more, Lawrence also knows that if One-Eye dares to attack himself openly like this, he must not plan to appear in the public eye again in the future, even if he wants to seek revenge later.

Ya'an already had five or six stab wounds on his body, and although they were not deep, they were still oozing blood. He fought with his sword against the two gangs who were coming at Lawrence, and shouted at Lawrence:

"My lord! Come on! ”

"Ya'an..."

Lawrence looked at Yaan, who was covered in blood, bit his lip tightly, and moved his right foot back slightly.

If it really came to the end of the mountain, Lawrence would not hesitate to retreat.

Isn't there a turnaround?

One-eyed smiled and walked towards Lawrence, the flesh on his face completely huddled together.

And just as the arrows and stones were staggering, only a voice was heard that surprised both One-Eye and Lawrence:

"Lawrence Bonaparte? One-eyed? ”

"Who the fuck is it?!" One-eyed roared at the speaker.

Lawrence also stood firm, and looked at the person who shouted, the voice was unfamiliar, but it seemed to have been heard somewhere before.